*ੈ✩‧₊˚ a book in which i attempt to write imagines with different characters from the spider-verse movies. there's a little something for everyone.
[ august 10th, 2020 - june 28th, 2024 c: ]
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AND THERE YOU— found him, walking under the dark starry night and the pitch-black road you found the love of your life laying on the road.
In the very same spot, you two first met.
"What are you doing?" you said with a smile in your voice, "waiting for you," he smirked.
"On the ground where we first met?" but the question was, why were you here? what were you doing here, how did you get here? raced through your head.
looking down at yourself you see that you're dressed in the very same dress you were wearing that day, the same dress you watched your friends get married in.
You were still supposed to be there so why are you here?
And as you advance towards him, Miles, the boy who had your whole heart picked himself up and stood before you. "I'm feeling symbolic," he said with a shrug and that glint in his eyes that you loved.
Looking into his eyes you can't help but fall weak to the knees, he was yours. The boy that could shoot spider webs out his hands from the flick of his wrist.
The boy that could stick to walls and kiss you upside down on a rainy night after the new year's countdown.
The very same boy that chooses you and continues to after every villain and foe that comes your way after finding out that you're his "weakness" that you're the reason he gets up every day.
You're the reason he calls himself spiderman.
So when his hands find your face and he brings you in for a kiss your arms find his shoulders.
And when he pulls away you get to see the look that flashes on his face, "it's bad. Isn't it?" Miles's eyes find the floor.
"I believe you owe me a dance, Ms. ( l/n )."
when his eyes lock with yours once more you know.
"Miles, just tell me. How bad is it?"
He feels your withdrawal and knows he has to tell you, even though this might be the last time he'll get to see you, talk to you, embrace you, be with you.
"Dance with me, please. ( y/n )."
"( Y/N )."
Miles had glass, tables, chairs, bodies, blood you name it. All around him. And you, you were found laying there in the mess of it all.
"( y/n )!"
Of course, something had to happen at their friend's wedding, something always had to happen. You could never be happy.
